Author's Note: Welcome my dears, to my first fan fiction in the Marvel Universe! Just to give you guys a head up, I have very little history with the comics, so this will be based off of the Marvel Movie Verse! So if I make any mistakes, I apologize. I am a huge Marvel fan, and I'm going out on a ledge, trying this, since I really don't want to mess anything up. Leave me any constructive criticism, I want to make my stories as good as I can for my lovely readers, so help me out so I can entertain you. Thanks! Also, italic is thoughts, just to clarify.
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor make money from any of my stories. They are all for creative fun and enjoyment. All rights belong to their respective owners, which is not myself. I just take the characters and/or plot and play around with them.
My black jacket slapped against my legs because of the wind as I continued walking, for what felt like hours. Looking around the barren wasteland of the abandoned planet, I continued on, attempting to find anything of value. There was nothing but dust, rocks and collapsed buildings. It caused me to tug my jacket closer, my faint, pink Krylorian-Xandar skin getting irritated from the wind. 'Why did I think this was a good idea? I hate this stupid planet!' I brushed past a few boulders, seeing nothing but rubble, muttering to myself.
"Oh, this was a wasted journey. Nothing but rocks," I sighed, continuing on to what looked like one of only a few buildings still intact. I moved quietly into the building, seeing nothing but little galactic rats scurrying around, hissing amongst themselves and hiding. I guess they know not to come near me, as I walk further inside. I faintly hear something in the distance, and quicken my pace to see what the sound was. The closer I get, the sound becomes a bit louder, but suddenly stops all together. Freezing, I can see light from the room I am headed towards, I silently make my way to the door, and stop, seeing a Terran male, just a few inches taller than myself. He is standing in front of a large case, with a ball of metal, roughly larger than an enclosed fist. Even from where I am standing at the door, I can see the intricate designs on it, as the male manages to free it from the case, it falls to the floor and I let out an involuntary gasp, it sounds rather heavy, and I can imagine the units I could get for that.
Whipping around, he looks at me, before retrieving the ball of metal. "Who are you?" He asks, watching me, and I can tell he is guarded for any attack. I look him over, cursing mentally before straightening up my frame.
"I-I'm Kutty. Kutty Harpa, the only junker on this planet currently," I say, taking the opportunity to take a step into the room, glancing at the sphere. "Seems like you beat me to it..." I pause and look back up at him before he smirks, shrugging.
"Peter, Peter Quill. Bad luck, Kitty. Finder keepers." He holds it up, giving it a small victory shake.
"Kutty," I mutter, giving him a glare, walking further into the room. He drops his arm, hand clenched around the sphere before he shakes his head.
"Well, nice to meet you, KITTY," He says, adding extra emphasis on getting my name wrong, and heads to leave. 'Asshole.' I shake my head, closing my eyes before hearing another, deeper voice past him.
"Drop it!" I spin, seeing a man enter with two guards, giving them orders in a language I couldn't completely understand. I see Peter freeze. Slowly I hold my hands up, and my jacket opens a bit, showing my lack of weapons. I only had two knives attached to my belt. Peter glances over his shoulder at me and the two guards before facing the man in charge.
"Hey, cool. Man, no problem. No. Problem. At. All!" Peter says, letting the sphere drop from his hand and roll towards the leader with his big gun. The male bends down to pick it up, before looking between Peter and I.
"How do you two know about this?" He asks, looking between us as the guards push me up to stand beside Peter. I gulp slightly, feeling my hands tremble slightly. I take a deep breath, looking at the man in front of us.
"I don't even know what it is!" I tell the man, with his piercing eyes looking straight at me. I take a deep breath before calming my hands. "Look, sir-"
"We're just junkers, man. Just checking stuff out, alright?" I glance over at Peter and internally laugh. I could pass as a junker, with my fully black jacket and high black boots, which both meet at my knees. My long blue shirt hung over my hips and overlapped my pants, everything at least two sizes too big. Compared to his prim and proper Ravager attire, he looked completely out of place.
"You don't look like a junker, you're wearing Ravager garbs!" The male in charge yelled at Peter, causing me to speak up.
"Sir, it is a mistake, we just found these, and he was in desperate need of new clothes. That is all it is," I tell him, before Peter glanced at me, and nodded.
"Yeah, man, it is just a outfit." He stumbles in place slightly, before looking back at one of the guards. "Ninja turtle, you better stop poking me!"
"What is your name?!" The leader screams, causing us both to jump.
"My name is Peter Quill, ok? Dude, chill out!"
"Kutty Harpa!" I squeak out, and the guards shove us forward.
"Move!"
"Why?" Peter asks, struggling to stay in his place. I feel the gun digging against my back, and have to take a step forward, glancing at Peter. Oh, we were so dead at this point.
"Ronan may have questions for you two. Come," He says, calmly before turning to walk.
'We are so dead! Thanks a lot asshole!'
"Hey, wait! There is another name you may know me by!" Peter says quickly, causing the leader to turn, waiting. There is a small pause before Peter speaks again. "Star Lord."
"Who?" He asks, and I can't help but crack a small smile, I hadn't heard of him either, and the frustration on Peter's face is present.
"Star Lord, man.. Legendary outlaw? Guys?" He tells the group, looking around at the guards as the main male simply shrugs. He looks at me, and I shake my head telling him I didn't hear of him, either.
"Move!"
"Aw, forget this." Peter mumbles, dropping his hands. He walks forward, and I am beside him as he takes a step, kicking the ball of light he had, behind him, engulfing the two guards in flames. As the main male turns, Peter pulls out both of his guns, shooting him backwards through the door. He puts his guns back at his hips, and puts the metal object back in his bag after it rolls over towards us. "Come on, Kitty, lets go."
"Why should I go anywhere with you?" I raise an eyebrow at him, before looking over his shoulder at the male he just shot. "PETER!" I yell, and he turns, seeing him getting up, all pissed off with his big gun. He goes to shoot us, but Peter throws himself to the ground, knocking me down and effectively trapping me between him and the hard stone floor.
"Looks like you haven't got much choice." He says as the shot destroys the wall that was behind us. He pushes something behind his ear, causing a metal facemask to form, and then holds me around the waist, hitting a button on his leg. I bury my face against his chest, feeling the air moving around us. I let out a grunt, hitting the ground as I cling to Peter, and we roll to a stop. "Keep moving," He tells me, grabbing my wrist and yanking me behind him.
I stumble a bit before I can manage to keep pace with him. I push myself to run as fast as I can, keeping up with Peter as we keep looking behind us. The wind is blowing dust and dirt everywhere, making it hard to see if we were being followed. I follow whichever way Peter heads, since at this point, I would be mostly lost.
Turning at some large boulders, I see - what I assume is Peter's ship - guarded by at least four guards. They see us and open fire, but it is short lived. Peter throws something at them, and they all get sucked towards each other on the ground. Before I really know what's happening, I feel Peter jump. My heart is racing, and all I can do is leap with him, since he still has me in a death grip. Sliding over the wing, he lands on his back inside of the cockpit, and I gracelessly land on top of him. I whine slightly, rolling over, breathing hard. He pushes the button to remove the mask and climbs into his pilot seat to take off. I stay planted on the floor, gasping slightly before scurrying to the co-pilot's chair. I glance out, seeing the guards and the male Peter shot hurrying to put together some big cannon type gun.
"Peter, get us out of here!" I yell over to him, gasping the arm rests. I close my eyes, feeling the ship surge to life and jump skywards. I can hear the cannon blasts, and grip tighter, and the blasts slowly grow farther away. I peek my eyes open, and hear Peter laughing. I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding. "That was close." I lean back in the chair, relaxing.
"You could say that again." I hear beside me before the whole ship rocks. I look around, seeing all the panels flickering off, but the ship was still rising. I stand up, looking out the window, seeing that we were caught by one of the geysers. "Crap! Hold on!" I hear Peter before the whole ship rocks and flips. I try to grab the chair, but it brushes past my fingertips as I fall towards the glass roof. We land with a thud, but are thrown around the entire pit of the ship before I can manage to hold onto the wall. Peter is thrown around a little more before he manages to grab hold of his chair. I focus on holding on tightly, with every tumble and turn, my body tries flipping along with the ship. Finally Peter reaches up and manages to turn the engines back on, causing the ship to even out. I slowly let go of the wall, sliding down to sit on the floor, as Peter falls over beside me, sitting down as well.
"We almost died." I muttered, breathing deeply before putting my head against the wall. He goes to say something, but is cut off by another voice. We both jump, and he puts a protective arm across my body, pinning me up against the wall.
"Peter?" The voice says, and finally I see a Krylorian woman enter from below deck. "What happened?" She asks, in what I am assuming was one of Peter's shirts with her hair messed. I glance over at Peter, with an eyebrow raised.
"Hey.. Uh, uh.. Uh," He begins to snap his fingers together, trying to remember the poor female's name.
"Bereet!" She says, and I can see the hurt flicker behind her eyes that he hadn't remembered her name.
"Bereet! Yes. To be completely honest, I forgot you were here." Peter says, chuckling lightly after. I sigh lightly, pushing his arm away from my body. He raises an eyebrow at me before I stand up.
"Well, I need to use your bathroom, seeing as we will probably be traveling for a while." I tell him, as Bereet slowly makes her way back downstairs.
"This way." Peter nods his head to the side, and I take off my black jacket, draping it across one of the chairs before we head downstairs. We make a turn and he pushes a door open for me to walk through. I look around, walk in and go to close the door but Peter walks in as well.
"Uhm, privacy-" I say to him, before crossing my arms over my chest.
"Calm down, Kitty." He says with a half smile before pointing at the shower. "I just wanted to tell you that if you have to shower, you have to give the handles a little wiggle." He turns before stopping just outside the door. "I'll be piloting. If you need anything, my room is across the hall," I nod before he walks away.
'Weird guy is weird.' I glance at my outfit and decide to raid Peter's room. I finally found some female clothes, from who I didn't want to know. I put the clothing on the counter before stripping down, and taking a warm shower. After I finished, I dry myself off and pull the clothes on. It was much more revealing than I was used to, and the shirt stopped just above my waist, showing just a hint of my hips and the shorts were tight, but I made it work. I looked myself over in the mirror and smiled. I hadn't seen myself like this in a few years. I pulled my long auburn hair into a high ponytail before walking back up the stairs. It took a few minor adjustments, but I made my way back to the co-pilot's chair, flopping down. Peter glanced my way before looking back at the console but did a double take.
"Well.. D-don't you look comfortable?" He asked, as I laid across the chair, facing him with my legs over the arm rest. "Make yourself at home," He muttered, causing me to grin.
"Don't mind if I do, but seeing as how its easy to see you're a womanizer, I think you'd like that too much," I told him, swinging one of my feet to the song he had playing. I saw him smirk slightly before closing my eyes, just enjoying the silence along with the song.
Author's note: Alright guys, this was chapter one! I really hoped you liked it. Please leave me a review and let me know what you think! The wheels are just starting to turn, so things will get interesting! Until next time!